We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?
The woman stood gazing into her full-length mirror, considering the image that stared back at her.
“Is it really me? How can I know? Who am I, anyway? Right now at this moment it feels like me, but will it feel like me later today? Tomorrow? Next week? Who can know?”
With a wave of her hand, she and the image changed into what she though might look like an ordinary woman of 30 or so: Messy ponytail, face scrubbed clean of makeup, blue tee, black yoga pants, sneakers. She sighed, shaking her head at this ordinary, colorless version. Why on earth did women go out in public looking like this? There were only a few who were flattered by the black stretchy pants, and they often didn’t have the sense to wear a top long enough to cover themselves.
Shaking her head, she waved her hand again. This time she was wearing mom-jeans, a white tee, still the messy ponytail, a touch of makeup. Better, she thought. She inspected her face. Interesting, how mortal women spent so much time trying to keep the signs of age from their skin. Yes, this was better, but she still didn’t feel comfortable.
Another wave of her hand, and now she felt she was getting closer. The jeans were replaced with black, sharply-creased dress pants. The sneakers gave way to low-heeled black pumps. The tee was exchanged for a cashmere sweater in a flattering shade of pink, decorated with a hot pink scarf. Jewelry appeared on her wrists, fingers, and ears. She thought for a moment, and added a sparkly silver chain around her neck. Her hair grew long, lustrous, smooth and shiney. Her makeup was tasteful, subtle, and flattering.
“Good. This is more like it.” Adding a medium-sized pink and black handbag and a black, supple leather jacket, she stood still to examine the total picture. She was pleased. Yes, this was who she really was, at least for today.
She was ready.